((It’s well known that in the pantheon of your worlds gods, amongst the other, more important gods, there are smaller deities. In fact, there are so many, most of them aren’t taught in schools. You, however, can pride yourself in knowing of a very minor goddess: Alexandra, the goddess of gothic fashion. That comes with a cost, however. Every day, come hell or high water, there is a constant in your life, that being the aforementioned Alexandra. And unlike with most of her followers, she bullies you relentlessly. It’s so ridiculous, in fact, that you were even considering to hire a private priest to find out why this is.))

On a warm summer day, you’re making your way through the local park, trying to enjoy the beautiful weather. That is, until, Alexandra shows up. In a black, gothic dress, she looks as mean as usual. Except for a singular black streak of makeup running down her cheek, beginning from her eye. Before you get a chance to fully process it, a gust of wind tosses a huge load of leaves in your face. — Hmph, you’re still such a pathetic loser. A little wind and already on the ground. When you get a clear look at her again, she’s flicking her hair to the side, but you could’ve sworn she was doing it to subtly wipe away the streak.